Blog Every Day in September!

One of my friends challenged me to blog every day in September, so I'm going to give it a go. :D It will probably be boring, and I will probably miss a few days, but who knows - I might make it, and I might even still have readers at the end of it! ^_^

SINCE it is September 1st, a very important day indeed, I am going to talk about something pretty personal, more personal than anything else I think I've mentioned on this blog.

I love Harry Potter.

No, like, REALLY love. Like, go-to-conventions-dressed-like-a-witch love. Listen-to-music-about-Harry-Potter love. Somehow-manage-to-relate-everything-in-my-life-to-Harry-Potter love. I have a Harry Potter related tattoo, and I plan on getting more. I have a special shelf in my room for my Harry Potter books, which includes the series, the two textbooks JKR published, The Tales of Beedle the Bard, six theory-type books about the series, and a textbook from a real college from a course about theology in Harry Potter.

I have another special shelf with all of my memorabilia: my HP glasses, the Marauder's Map, two plastic Snitches, a crystal ball, a Magic-8-Ball-esque Sorting Hat, two packs of HP Uno cards, a stationary set, three collector's bookmarks, two snowglobes, a Time-Turner, the cloth bag from a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, my two House ties, my Gryffindor scarf, and a toothbrush. That doesn't include my 2 wizard rock T-shirts, four cast T-shirts, and two hoodies. Or my Chocolate Frog cards, my House Crest pins, my wristband from the book release party, my posters and wallscroll, my pins from the 7th book release and the 4th DVD release, and my less-awesome HP glasses. Then there's the notebooks and folders, the towel, and the plushie Snitch and Time-Turner necklace hanging from my car's review mirror. Oh, and I almost forgot my replica of Hermione's wand, that actually lights up. AND all the board games (six HP board games, I think?), including Wizard Chess and a LEGO set. Aaaand also the video games. Oh, and my Quidditch goggles! How could I forget those?

Okay, I think that's all. And wow. That's actually... quite a lot of stuff. :D And I'm proud of that, thank you. I am not in the LEAST bit ashamed of owning so much HP stuff, or wanting a full HP sleeve tattoo, or listening to more wizard rock than regular rock. I am proud of my nerddom, and of my obsession with this series. It's a huge part of who I am.

I didn't actually read the books until the third one was coming out, and at first I'd kind of written it off as a silly kids' series. When I read the first two, though, I was immediately hooked. Not as crazy about it as I am now, because the first two books are the least amazing of the seven - they're still awesome, but they're more stand-on-their-own, less about the backstory and character development. So when I read 3 and 4, which really start telling you who these people are and what is going on, and the story starts getting really epic, it became apparent that this was something that would stay with me forever.

My first book release party was the fifth one - and I stayed up all night to finish it, crying for hours over Sirius. My friends and I talked about Harry Potter all the time. In fact, I firmly believe I would not be best friends with my bestie if it weren't for this series. The midnight showings of the movies became totally reasonable excuses for falling asleep in first block, and in fact, some of my teachers understood if I did.

The summer of 2007 was a very important time in my life. The fifth movie was coming out, and as that was my favorite book, I was very excited, but more importantly, the last book of the series was coming out on July 21st, 2007. The very last installment of my beloved series. People would die, Harry would face Voldemort, everything would end. The months leading up to July 21st were filled with speculation, hopes and fears, and endless, endless conversation about our boy wizard. And then it came. And then came the months of "why?" and "I wish that ____ hadn't/had happened," and "I miss _____." I have cried more over Harry Potter than anything else in my life.

I don't know why exactly I feel so strongly about this series and these characters, other than the obvious: a) it's an amazing story, b) the characters are all so awesome and so well-developed and everyone's individual story is fantastically told, c) it's one of the most popular series of my time. I do feel like my being in the thick of it all had a lot to do with my loving it so much. I was THERE. I was at the final book release party. I was in the theatre at midnight. I was part of the Harry Potter community, almost from the beginning, and among us there is a bond that cannot be broken, a feeling of camaraderie, even with someone you've just met. I'm not the only person who feels this way, and that in and of itself makes me love the series more, for making some of my favorite memories and bringing some of my favorite people into my life.

So yes, I am a huge nerd, and yes, it's probably really lame that I know birthdays and who married who and whose kids were born when and all this stuff that's not in the books. And yes, it's probably kind of pathetic that a 22-year-old is still this obsessed with a book series. But you know what? I love it, and it makes me happy, and there are many intelligent, amazing, influential adults older than me who feel the same way I do.

NERDFIGHTERS!

PS - as I'm tagging this entry, I'm amazed to find that I have not actually used a Harry Potter tag yet.

PPS - and now I'm ashamed to find that I have, in fact, used a Twilight tag before I used Harry Potter. =/


EDIT - Okay, I posted this, and I read over it, and I don't feel like I stressed the last bit enough. I know I am a huge nerd, and I am proud of it. Loving Harry Potter like I do doesn't make me pathetic, though. Maybe you think it's weird, or you can't understand what I see in this series, but loving something - anything - with everything in you does not make you pathetic in any way. I don't care if it's books or music or motorcycles or YouTube videos or cats. If you love something so much that it fills you up inside and makes you want to cry from pure joy, so much that you can't help but smile when you think about it, and you think about it all the time, and it consumes your mind and your heart and your soul... if you love anything that much, you should consider yourself lucky. And it makes no difference what it is. If you're happy, it doesn't matter who thinks what about it.

And I am extremely glad that I have Harry Potter, and that I've been able to have the experiences I've had, and meet the people I've met through our love of this series. I'm extremely glad that I was part of all of this. And I will always have a place in my heart for this amazing story that's been with me for half of my life.

And there's nothing pathetic about any of that, thank you very much.